I must write these words quickly, for they will soon disappear.
A word is a funny thing. It makes a sound to utter or to write.
So, those out there can make sense of it all.
When they speak, they’re present for a fleeting moment,
and then they’re gone; absorbed into the atmosphere.
You cannot touch a word, but you can
feel it in your heart and see it in your mind.
There are trillions of spoken words piled up in the air.
They are in caves and mountains.
Many of them float atop the sea.
They lie on the floor of the forest, and the grass of the fields.
What are they trying to tell us?
They have no sound or physical form, but they are still there.
Can we gain understanding just by being still?
Will their stories seep into us?
They are in the foundations of ancient civilizations
where wind blew and the sand covered them up.
They are layered throughout the ground like fossils.
You cannot see them, but they are there.
Walk outside or to an ancient place.
Be as still as you can. Use all your senses:
Taste, Smell, touch, sound and sight. Let the words surround you.
Let them sink in. Allow them to enter through your hands and your feet.
Let them in your ears, your mouth, and your heart.
Now take them. Take them back with you and write them down.
Write them down so they can experience rebirth.
So, they have purpose again.
But write them down quickly, for they will soon disappear.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
I must write these words quickly, for they will soon disappear.
A word is a funny thing. It makes a sound to utter or to write.
So, those out there can make sense of it all.
When they speak, they’re present for a fleeting moment,
and then they’re gone; absorbed into the atmosphere.
You cannot touch a word, but you can
feel it in your heart and see it in your mind.
There are trillions of spoken words piled up in the air.
They are in caves and mountains.
Many of them float atop the sea.
They lie on the floor of the forest, and the grass of the fields.
What are they trying to tell us?
They have no sound or physical form, but they are still there.
Can we gain understanding just by being still?
Will their stories seep into us?
They are in the foundations of ancient civilizations
where wind blew and the sand covered them up.
They are layered throughout the ground like fossils.
You cannot see them, but they are there.
Walk outside or to an ancient place.
Be as still as you can. Use all your senses:
Taste, Smell, touch, sound and sight. Let the words surround you.
Let them sink in. Allow them to enter through your hands and your feet.
Let them in your ears, your mouth, and your heart.
Now take them. Take them back with you and write them down.
Write them down so they can experience rebirth.
So, they have purpose again.
But write them down quickly, for they will soon disappear.
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